The pilgrim soul in you
I have had this vision of her since we met, her dark hair has turned to grey, her body is older, thinner, and her smile is still the same and still warms me to my core. This is us, later in life. It has made me think of Yeats’ When You Are Old –
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with a love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.